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Burn my Shadow	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Raven, The (2012) > Raven, The (2012) Views: 928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I'm not gonna live forever/Said I'm not gonna live forever/Gotta make it now or never/forever or never/I don't believe in fairytales/Too cynical/Everybody stop and stare/I let it go/I-I-I told you/I-I-I need to/Stick - stick - stick out/I just can't be like you
Detective Fields leads Edgar and I into a spacious room, sending me worried glances every now and then. "I know this may come as a shock to you both, but we are in dire need of your unwholesome expertise," Fields tells us as we stop in the doorway to another room. In front of us is a simple table holding what I presume is a body covered in a white sheet and above that is a rather large blade set on a pendulum, on the floor is a smaller object also covered in by sheet. With a sigh, Edgar and I begin to walk forward, me gripping my elder brother's arm tightly. The room reeked of death and brought back unpleasant memories.
"I hadn't imagined the counter weight to be so large," Edgar says softly, looking up at the gears that made the device work. He makes me let go of his arm so that he could wrap it around my shoulders, helping to support my shaking body. Emmett steps up beside us, urging Edgar and myself forward towards the table.
"We have reason to believe you knew the victim." I send Emmett a curious look, taking the handkerchief he offered me with a small frown. "If you would." The sheet covering the smaller object is lifted to reveal the head of a man—his face frozen in an expression of absolute terror and agonizing pain. I use the handkerchief to cover my mouth and turn away from the grisly sight, my shaking only intensifying.
"I—I don't believe I knew him," Edgar says softly, pulling me over to him and letting me bury my face in the crook of his neck.
"Perhaps this will jar your memory." I hear paper rustling before Emmett begins to speak again. "Never has the perfunctoriness of plot been so mechanized and twisted by soulless contrivance—" I turn my head a little to look at Fields, my face paler than normal.
"Griswold," I say, fighting back nausea. "I burned that paper the day I read it." Edgar's grip on me tightens, one of his rubbing soothing circles on my back to help me calm down a little. "Neither of us could stand that man, but we would never wish death on him."
"We traded barbs,' Edgar adds, "As in words, not actual weapons of any sort. As writers are wont to do to sell a few newspapers or gain a little favor." I bit my lip, moving the handkerchief to cover my nose—trying to block out the disgusting smell. The story this crime was based on is one I never read, I couldn't handle it so soon after Theodore's murder.
"The Pit and the Pendulum, when was it published?"
"'42, Tales of Ratiocination," Edgar answers immediately. I focus on taking deep breaths, knowing I'd be embarrassed if I fainted in front of so many people. I made my breaths match Edgar's, slowly beginning to calm down enough to move away from my brother and stand by myself without the fear of collapsing. Despite all that, Edgar still holds my hand for support.
"Are there other stories in that collection?" My brother lets out a shaky breath, looking around us-anywhere but at the body.
"Oh yes," I answer for him, nodding my head.
"Specifically about murder?" Edgar and I share a look before returning our eyes to the Detective.
"I'm afraid so," we answer in unison, as close siblings tend to do. Emmett lets out a deep sigh as if to say of course there is, why wouldn't there be?
"As unfortunate as it is, you, Mister Poe, may be uniquely qualified to cast light on our killer. There is a logic underlying these deaths—"
"Murders do not follow logic," I interrupt, beginning to grow angry that whoever did this is obviously targeting my brother. "There is no sort of logic here, only death and destruction and you would see that if you could pull you fat head out of your ass!" I throw Emmett's handkerchief at him and storm out of the building, climbing into the coach that carried Emmett, Edgar, Cantrell, and I here. Whoever did this is sick and would stop at nothing until he has reached his goal.

I stand behind a curtain with Edgar as he watched Emily play the piano for a small group of people. I smile as I listen to the notes, remembering when I first learned to play—aching to play once more. Maybe when I got to Edgar's house tonight I could. Charles Hamilton should be proud of the wonderful daughter he has raised, she was a good friend of mine and I would be happy to call her my sister one day. As the songs ends, Edgar and I walk into the room towards Emmett and Charles, who does not look very pleased to see us.
"Hello, Captain," Edgar greets," just wanted to prove how easy it was to penetrate the breech; I presume the police are here to keep my sister and me out." Edgar looks smug as we share a smile, head held high. What he didn't know was that Charles didn't mind me being here as he knew that Emily was teaching me to sew and I paid her for it.
"Mister Fields, I can assure you that if Mister Poe is a part of your investigation—" Charles is cut off by Emmett, who looks too stressed for his own good—giving Edgar and me frustrated looks.
"Mister Poe has a unique perspective on certain aspects of this crime and his sister could possibly be in danger because of how close she and her brother are." I look down at the ground, tugging at a loose string on the sleeve of my dress.
"Oh, so the killer is a raving alcoholic, an Opium addict, or an atheist?" I cross my arms, sending Emily a look that speaks volumes of what I'm tempted to do if she doesn't get her father under control. Emily has seen me knock a man on his back for looking at her the wrong way and knows I won't hesitate to do the same to her father for insulting my brother in such a manner.
"Father," she says, approaching us from across the room. "I've decided to change my costume for the ball tomorrow night." The blonde sends me a wink to show she got my message.
"No," Charles shakes his head, looking at Emmett once more," Mister Fields, I'm happy to indulge your request for the additional security, but I warn you, if I see this man there tomorrow night you will have to protect him from me." Emmett sends Edgar and I stern looks to see if we understood.
"Why do we need more security?"
Edgar gives her a sheepish look. "It, uh, appears my writing has become the inspiration to an actual killer; quite gruesome, really." He shifts uncomfortably at the look Charles sends his way. "If I would have known my work could have had such a morbid effect on people, I would have devoted more time to eroticism." I cover my mouth with my hand, muffling the laugh that escapes.
"As I said," Emmett says, gripping my arm," we were just leaving." Emmett pulls me after him so he could speak to me without being overheard. "Can you not control your brother or do you find the effect of his words amusing."
"I'm gonna have to go with the second one, Emmett."
"At least do your best to keep him away from the ball tomorrow, I don't need Mister Hamilton shooting him." Laughing, I make him stop and face me while we were hidden by a drape.
"That will be extremely hard for me to do, because, you see, I have been invited to the ball and am expected to keep Emily company for a while," I explain with a smirk. "Though, I could always keep you company instead." His cheeks turn a light shade of red again, looking away from me. "Don't pretend you wouldn't enjoy yourself, Detective Fields." I can feel his eyes on me as I continue to walk towards the doors, making sure to sway my hips seductively.
The song lyrics are from Forever or Never by Cinema Bizarre.
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